The geese fly south and leave behind <br /> the bitter winter storms to come. <br /> The gather, circle then they fly <br /> a vee formation in the sky. <br /> Exchanging leaders on the way, <br />almost as if a single mind <br />controls the flock mysteriously. <br />I watch and weep as they depart <br />I have no wings I cannot fly. <br />I am earth bound I can’t escape <br /> the snow and ice which will confine me <br /> with just my books for company. <br />Until my feathered friends return. <br />Their honking cries for which I yearn <br />will rouse me from my somnolence. <br />Alerting me to their presence. <br /> I take my ink block and my brush <br /> most carefully no cause for rush. <br />Inscribe my thoughts in black on white <br /> to signify my great delight. <br />In my own style of poetry. <br />To hear again the geese converse. <br />Not in the style I wrote at court <br /> but poetry of a simpler sort. <br />To prove I have not lost my skill <br /> and dare to hope I never will. <br />Until the day they bury me <br />I will be writing poetry. <br /> No longer in the kings employ <br />I use my leisure to enjoy <br /> the use of my ability. <br />To write whatever pleases me. <br /> <br />18-Jul-08 <br /> <br />http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers <br /> <br />Kushih style<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/earthbound-for-m-lady-chitra-lele/
